12/18/2025
There’s a kind of grief that doesn’t get named very often.
It’s the grief of loving people from a distance. Of growing without being witnessed by everyone who knew you before. Of becoming someone new without a shared storyline to carry it.
Nothing dramatic.
Nothing loud.
Just quiet moments where you realize some people won’t get to see who you are now.
Not because you didn’t try.
Not because you didn’t reflect.
But because access isn’t the same thing as connection.
If this resonates, you’re not cold.
You’re not avoidant.
You’re not doing healing wrong.
You’re allowed to keep growing even if not everyone gets a front-row seat.
And if someone needs to fully understand you in order for you to feel at peace that’s already too heavy a burden to carry.
You’re allowed to choose distance and still have a very full heart.
If this feels familiar, you’re not alone.
And you don’t owe anyone a version of you that costs you your nervous system.
With care,
Lea